Hooked On His Thuggish Ways, page 10
“Who was ole dude back there that was disrespecting you?” I asked as I bust a left to get out of the neighborhood that we were in.
“The same one that tried to basically take it.”
“Well good shit, I knocked his fool ass out.” I smirked, and she looked at me and smiled back.
Stopping because I had come up on a stop sign, Kaizlyn was still smiling from the statement I had just made.
“You know you’re prettier when you smile,” I joked, even though I was having a rough night.
“What you saying…. I’m ugly when I’m not smiling?” She folded her arms across her chest and poked her lips out, giving me the pouty face.
“Nah, that’s not what I’m saying.” I chuckled as I reached over and grabbed her pouty lips.
“Ouchhh…” She jerked her head back and for a second I thought that maybe a nigga didn’t know his own strength and actually fucked around and pinched her lip too hard.
Bursting out laughing once she saw the look of concern on my face, I realized that she also had just played me. Damn I was slipping, I thought as I nodded my head coolly because she had got a nigga.
“So, you like to play?” I reached over and tried to grab her lip again. In the process of us laughing and playing, I ended up scratching her right above her lip and I knew this time she wouldn’t be joking because I felt it when I did it.
“Shit.” I pulled to the side, placed my car in park then reached over and pulled her hands down, uncovering her lip.
There was a little tiny scratch right above her lip. You could barely see it but because I knew it was there, it made me feel kind of bad.
“Damn, let me see.” I eased closer to her and checked it out. “My bad ma.” I cupped her chin and we locked eyes.
“It’s ok,” she whimpered lowly.
It was like each letter rolled off her tongue and out of her mouth, slowly. Her warm breath tickled a nigga’s nose and her pretty ass eyes had a nigga feeling some weird ass shit.
Licking my lips, I could no longer resist. I could no longer try to act like she was something that I didn’t want. No longer having the strength that was needed to resist her, I leaned in and kissed her.
When our lips meet, the warmth off them caused my damn dick to go rock hard. With just a few pecks here and there, I could tell that she wanted more just by the way her small yet soft hands grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer in her direction. Now with our tongues entwining with each other, soft moans could be heard coming from her.
Nigga back the fuck back before you fuck this girl in yo’ car, I told myself as I slowly pulled away from her.
Kaizlyn was now wiping her mouth shyly as if she wasn’t just moaning, letting me know that she wanted me just as bad as I wanted her.
Clearing my throat, I adjusted my dick in my joggers and I put the car in drive. The whole drive on the freeway, I wanted to ask her if she wanted to come to my new crib with me.
Right before the exit that we would have to take in order for her to get home, I finally built up the balls to ask her.
“Say, you want to chill with me for the night?”
“Ughh…Ughh…” she stuttered, and I just knew the answer coming after that would be no.
“If you don’t want to, don’t let a nigga force ya,” I replied.
“No, I do.” She shook her head up and down.
Even though I wanted to smile and show off all thirty-two of my motherfuckin’ teeth, I played it cool with just a simple upward head nod.
Imagine how big my eyes got when I looked out the window and saw that Jaxsyn had passed up the exit that we should have taken in order for us to go chill at his house, but I played it cool. I know this might sound crazy, but I trusted him way more than he knew. It was just something about his character and the way he went hard for the people he loved and cared about. Even though he had a hard exterior, I could see a very sweet and caring guy underneath.
With the music now lowly playing Kevin Gates, I peeked out the corner of my eye as Jaxsyn smoothly worked the steering wheel, bobbing and weaving through the cars that were in his way.
I guess he felt me staring at him so he turned and looked at me. He flashed me a smile that was to die for and I shyly pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and hid myself behind the long bang that I had in my face.
“What’s good?” he smiled and asked.
“Nothing, where we going?” I asked him, not wanting to tell him that I was admiring and fixated on his good looks.
“Just sit tight. It was supposed to be a surprise for my sister but I figured I might as well show somebody.” He shrugged.
“I see...” I adjusted the blue jean jacket and scrunched down in the seat a little more.
Finally, after driving for about twenty minutes, we took an exit that I was very familiar with. It was close to where I used to stay.
“I used to live over on this side.” I sat up more and looked out the window.
“Word. Why you move to my side then? The ghetto.” He chuckled.
“Life. Unfortunate circumstances.” I sighed as my mind began to drift off to that day all over again. From my mom arguing with Ted, to Melo breaking up with me, to me finding my mother dead. That shit there. Man…
“Kaizlyn…” Jaxsyn called my name and shook me.
“The fuck do you be thinking about?” he wondered.
Maybe one day I would open up and tell him. Just maybe.
“It’s nothing. Is this your new home?” I looked out the window and we were now parked in front of a big two-story brick home. Even though it was winter, the grass was green and the yard was freshly cut.
“Yeah,” he replied.
Jaxsyn reached above his head and pressed the clicker. The garage door opened and he slowly crept inside. We got out of the car and slipped through the side door that brought us to a hallway. Jaxsyn rubbed his hand against the wall until he found a light switch.
Wow, I thought as I looked around at the decorations. I knew that Jaxsyn could not have decorated this himself which left me to wonder who did it for him. As I slowly walked through the house, I let my fingers glide against the painted walls.
I could still smell the fresh scent of paint which let me know it wasn’t too long ago that he got the walls painted a light grey.
“This is nice.” I turned around and he was standing a few inches away from me.
I had already caught on to what he was looking at and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was indeed staring at my ass.
Rubbing his beard, he licked his lips and ran his eyes from my lower body, then back up to my face.
“Thank you,” he let his words roll off slowly.
“Jaxsyn…” I mumbled lowly, because he was now walking towards me. His eyes and body language told me actually what he wanted from me.
“Kaizlyn,” he mentioned my name while pushing me up on the wall. “Why the fuck you so damn fine?” he said with aggression.
Blushing from his compliment, I looked into his eyes and before I knew it, we were kissing again. Jaxsyn was grabbing handfuls of my plump ass and I had my arms wrapped around his neck. The smacking from our lips and our heavy breathing could be heard echoing through the house.
“Wait Jaxsyn… wait.” I pulled away and wiped my mouth.
I eased from around him and walked into the living room. I had a seat on his beige leather sofa. My heart was beating and my kitty was purring. My mind was racing and my body was on fire. I wanted Jaxsyn but not so soon.
“My bad,” he said from behind me.
Silence was the only answer I had for him because I had so many different thoughts flooding my mind on what move I should make next.
Clearing his throat, he joined me in the living room and sat next to me. For a second, we didn’t even look at one another. Finally, at the same time we turned our heads to face each other and burst out laughing.
“So, let’s talk…” He rested his arm on the back of the sofa then laid his head back.
Turning towards him, I tucked my leg underneath me and gave him my full attention. “What you want to talk about Mr. Jaxsyn?” I let his name roll off my tongue slowly.
“I want to know more about you. Where you from? What made you move here? You know, all those things.”
“Uhmm… ummm…” I got stuck on my words. Did I really want to dig deep into that broken part of me and revisit that pain that I desperately wanted to forget?
Looking up at the ceiling and taking deep breaths, I looked back at him, and his soft brown eyes calmed my soul and had me ready to open up to this man. This grown man that obviously didn’t care about my age.
“How old are you Jaxsyn?” I asked him. I was trying to buy myself time and maybe even change the subject, hoping that he would forget about the questions he had asked.
“I’m 22, is that a problem?” He raised his right eyebrow and sat up straight.
“I’ve never talked to anyone older than me. Well, not your age…” I trailed off and then paused. “But the question is, is my age an issue? I’m only 17.” I placed my finger in my mouth and nervously bit on my nail.
“Uhmm. It is but it ain’t. Shit, you about to be grown and out of school in a few months and plus, age ain’t nothing but a number. Now if you were a year younger, I wouldn’t fuck with you. Straight up,” he replied.
“Now back to you.”
“What do you want to know again?” I fiddled with my fingers and took a big gulp.
“About you. I know there is more.”
“I’m 17. I used to live on this side of town. I stay with my grandma. Oh, and my favorite color is purple.” I kept it short and sweet. I knew I was leaving out major details, but oh well.
Chuckling, Jaxsyn rubbed his hand down his face then looked at me. “Oh, I see. You’ll tell me eventually though.”
Standing to his feet, he grabbed my hand. “Let me finish showing you the rest of the house though.”
Taking his hand, I got up and let him lead the way. We climbed the stairs and he showed me where Keisha’s room was and then we came to his room. Once he opened the door, he walked farther in but I stayed at the door. It was like once I walked over that threshold I knew it was over from there.
“The hell you still standing there for?” he looked over his shoulder and asked.
“I don’t know.” I laughed because I just knew I looked stupid.
Walking into his room, I looked around and then had a seat on his big ass bed.
“So, which one of your girlfriends did this for you? I know you didn’t.” I looked around admiring the black and gold theme that he had going in his room.
“Why it had to be a girlfriend of mine? You don’t think a nigga like me can decorate a room?” he asked as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it in a black basket that he had in his closet.
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“Yeah ok. But just so you know, I looked the shit up online and just bought everything they had. And however it looked online was how I did the shit. Nothing much.” He walked over to the bed and sat down.
Laughing, my eyes followed him as he made his way over to the bed. With his upper body on full display I could feel my body getting hot.
Get yourself together, I said to myself as I came out of my jacket and sat it on the edge of the bed.
“Soooo…. how about the Astros,” I joked, trying to break the silence.
“My bad. I just can’t stop thinking about my sister yo,” he mumbled. I could tell the shit with her was worrying him.
“I know.”
“Man, why you didn’t call me or some shit?” His words came off a little too harsh for me so I stood to my feet and eyed him down.
“Are you mad?”
“Nah, I just wish you would have called a nigga.”
“You act like I got your number and plus, I don’t have a phone,” I kind of whispered the last part and put my head down.
“What you mean you don’t have a phone?” He was now joked out at me not having a phone.
“Who the fuck don’t have a phone these days?” He bent over laughing as if that was so funny.
I didn’t know why, but that shit hurt my feelings because it was more to why I didn’t have a phone.
So I stormed out of the room just so he wouldn’t see the tears that I had in my eyes. Running down the stairs, I plopped down on the couch, brought my knees to my chest and buried my head.
“Kaizlyn,” I heard him yelling my name.
“Kaizlyn… what the hell was that for?” He stood in front of me and I could tell that he was out of breath by the way his sentence paused between each word.
Taking in a deep breath, he grabbed me up and brought me to my feet. Standing in front of him, I continued to bury my head in my hands because I didn’t want him to see me like this.
“Man, if this how you gon’ act then we gon’ have a problem. Talk to me so I can know what I did wrong and fix that shit,” he spoke sternly as he grabbed my hands and pulled them down from my face, placing them along my sides.
Jaxsyn grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. “So, what did I do?”
Sniffling, I decided to go ahead and tell him. There was no way that I could tell him just a little bit without telling him the whole thing.
Ughh. I exhaled then looked down at the floor. I hadn’t even opened my mouth to talk yet and I could already feel the thick saliva forming in the back of my throat. The tears were already falling so there was no need to try to stop that.
“Ok so…” I fiddled with my fingers. “I lost my mom just a little over four months ago. She was murdered.”
I shook my head and rolled my eyes upwards with hopes that the many tears that I knew would fall, would slow up. “So, I’m the one who found her. There was no justice and her boyfriend at the time is out right now. I don’t know if he will ever get charged because they didn’t have enough evidence. But when I lost her, I lost everything. Everything that I was accustomed to and everything that I had accomplished. I was forced to live in a group home because Ted was not my biological father and plus him and my mother wasn’t married, but luckily they found my grandma. Which is why I’m with her. I only brought the stuff that I could fit into the three suitcases that I had and I’ve been wearing the same shit ever since. Sometimes, I feel like I hate my life but I try to remember that shit could be worse. But no lie, I miss my mother and I don’t think that I will ever be ok,” I expressed, and surprisingly there were no tears coming out. It actually felt good to actually talk about it.
When I was in the group home the counselor couldn’t even get me to open up about it. The only person that I was willing to tell was Emma. She was the one and only and it felt good to talk to someone else.
Releasing a very needed deep breath, I looked at him and for a moment he didn’t say nothing, but then he grabbed my face and kissed me again.
This time I felt so vulnerable. I wanted to feel his body next to mine. I wanted to be healed from this emptiness that I felt.
As he picked me up in his arms, I held on to the back of his head as he carried me up the stairs and laid me down in the bed. As I laid back, he climbed between my legs and hovered over me.
“You’re going to be ok ma.” He leaned down and kissed me on my lips then raised back up.
“I promise.” His deep voice and the way he said I promise caused goosebumps to form on my arms.
“I don’t believe in promises.”
“Do you believe in love?” he questioned me.
“Loving people hurts. Especially when you lose the ones you love. I rather not feel it,” I honestly said, because that was the truth.
The less you loved, the less likely it was for you to feel pain. At least that was my perspective on it.
“Nah, ma. Love heals. My grandma taught me that. To be honest, ion even do the love shit but I can tell you different ma and you deserve to be healed. To feel ok,” he expressed, and the way he was being so sentimental right now was turning me on in more ways than one. It turned me on mentally not just sexually.
I didn’t know if it was because he was older and he knew all the right words to say but right now, he was saying all the right things to soothe my aching soul and even though I had said I wasn’t going to give into him so soon, Jaxsyn was breaking down barriers that I thought nobody could get through.
Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pulled his head closer to me and my lips met his. Next, Jaxsyn let his hands roam all over my body and I knew that he was searching for a way to enter.
“How the fuck a nigga get in this shit?” he asked, and I giggled.
Scooting from underneath him, I got off the bed and first thing I did was take off my shoes. Next, I stripped out of my clothes, starting with the right strap and pulling my arm out, then the left. Easing it down my frame, I stepped out of it and stood in front of Jaxsyn in just my bra and panties.
“Come here,” he mouthed, and I walked slowly over to him and climbed back in the bed.
Shivering from the cold breeze that had come out of nowhere, chill bumps appeared on my arms.
“You cold?” he asked before he placed a kiss on my body.
“A little,” I replied, and he continued to kiss my body causing it to become hot all over again.
Pulling my breast out of the black bra I had on, Jaxsyn slipped my nipple into his mouth and a moan eased out of my mouth. He twirled his tongue around and around, causing my nipple to become so damn hard.
Horny, I began to hump upwards as he switched from the right breast to the left one. When he put my whole breast into his mouth, I gripped the sheets. It was like my shit was extra sensitive. I hadn’t been touched in a way like this in a while from someone who I actually wanted it from.
“Calm down. I’m going to handle that.” He gripped the side of my thigh really rough and humped forwards, letting me feel exactly what he had in between his legs.
My eyes widened and he smirked before placing a kiss on my stomach and then down to my… “Oh my God,” I yelled once I felt his lips meet my lips, and I wasn’t talking about the lips that words came out of.
